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The Taming of the Sukeban (feat. Rabidsquirrel10)

LordLicentious

LordLicentious

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"Alright, that's our time. Don't forget, everyone, the theme for next month's short stories will be romance, so be sure to do your research sooner rather than later."

Jyo Kitanji thumps the book next to him, imitating a gavel, and with some light chuckles, the Tendo High School Literature Club adjourned for the week. Last to leave, he straightens the collar of his uniform, and pushes his glasses up along the bridge of his nose. At six feet tall, he's quite the imposing figure for someone not involved in sports. Rather, he's the school's best student, boasting top marks in every subject. However, lately, he's found himself terribly bored with the whole affair. Schoolwork hardly challenges him, and he's grown quite sick of his classmates. The fake smiles they wear for those who conform, which quickly give way to sneers of contempt should anyone step out of line, Jyo can no longer tolerate them. Even the literature club has become a chore, constantly dealing with obvious, safe, unimaginative pablum. He thinks back to the horror stories the club had written this month, and how every last one of them was some paint-by-numbers variation on Shadow over Innsmouth. He shudders, for all the wrong reasons, wishing he'd never bothered translating it for them. He's already dreading the next month's cavalcade of nauseating will-they, won't-they drivel.

If only he could encounter a challenge that might engage his mind. If only he might meet someone who wasn't concerned about how others saw them, who existed true to themselves and their desires. But, where would he find that? Even if he did, he thought wryly, it would be horribly cliched....
 
Minoru Hisakawa meanwhile was finishing a meeting of her own, a meeting of face meets locker. Much like the makeshift gavel used in the literature club nearby, Minoru made her new makeshift bell ring throughout the halls as she kicked her latest unfortunate opponent against the metal on the wall. The words "You want to say that again ass-hole?" The poor student she'd assaulted murmured an apology as she righted herself, leaving the now injured student to fall tot the ground. She was surprisingly small for such an angry student, height at an average 5'4 but her build deceptively thin. She righted her uniform, shrugging her shoulders in order to ensure her jacket was on correctly, a stern look of disdain written on her face as she scans the room, searching for SOMEONE useful.

Of course she wasn't stupid, of course she could have the grades she needed, if she'd tried. She'd show them, a month of studying can't be all that hard... all she needed was a little help. And surely someone in their school was brave enough to help her, someone had to have the balls to talk to her like a normal human being, and actually help her out. Maybe then she wouldn't have to keep laying out students on the floor, it was their own faults really, acting so insensitive...

Minoru huffed solemnly as she walked through the halls, bag trailing along behind her, the less courageous students making way, eyeing the metallic glint in her bag suspiciously. Still,it wasn't easy finding time to study when she had so many assholes to put straight, so much to do, a month off could be all it took for her friends to wind up chased out of town. She couldn't waste too much time on studying, she needed a solution, fast, she had to do something.

That was when the wave of nerds emerged, all flooding out of the literature club. A ray of hope perhaps? Minoru tried to approach, though was met with the same panicked stares and stammered excuses as many of them quickly headed to sudden appointments elsewhere, that was of course, all but one.

Minoru met Jyo there, by the doors of the nerdy book club, uh, literature club. The girl spun around, the thin ray of hope still evident on her usually anger stricken face, flushed cheeks and bright blue eyes for a moment shining in radiant glory as she looked upon a potential saviour. Then she stopped, shoulders sagging, back to her usual self as she grunted at Jyo, a poised finger stopping him in his tracks. "Hey, you, you're ahhhhh... Jyo Kitanji, kid that runs that book club, right? I need to talk to you."
 
Jyo stares at you for a long moment as you address him. He could swear he knows you from somewhere, and he searches his mind for the information. Suddenly, he remembers. "Ah, yes, Hisakawa, our school's own 'legendary sukeban'," he says with a nod of understanding. Like everyone else, he'd heard all the rumors. If anything, the literature club was at many times the source of those rumors, as prone to storytelling as they are, not that Jyo engaged in such base gossip. He'd heard how bancho from all over Ota had supposedly challenged you to brawls, only to go home with half as many teeth, and how the real reason Mr. Tanaka retired was because you punched him so hard his balls fell off, among other tall tales. Of course, Jyo dismissed most of the stories as hogwash, mere urban legends, intended to at once perpetuate your menace, and further ostracize you from the student body.

"So, Hisakawa, what can I do for you?" There's a distinct dispassion in Kitanji's voice, as though he already knows, and is bored by, whatever you have to say. "If you're short on cash, you should know, I never carry any on my person, so you may wish to shake someone else down, instead." He shows little, perhaps no, fear of you, though it may be because for the past three years, he's been the anchor for his class' relay team on Sports Day. He may not be an especially tough customer, but if necessary, he can run like hell.
 
Minoru tilted her head as you speak, a subtle show of her confusion to offset the constant grumpy glare she always seemed to have. "Legendary what? fuck it, whatever." She dismissively shrugged her shoulders at you, ignoring your comments and seeming confused by your vocabulary. She spoke with a bored resignation, seemingly un-phased by your own dispassion, her voice takes on a slight growl to it, and the mention of shaking you down does seem to get a slight raise of the brow, and an angry tone to her stare. "I don't want your damn cash, I've got money, and I'm not gonna waste time on the pussies here, I have my own places to make money." She pokes you in the chest harshly, seems you struck a nerve. "But you're not running away screaming like a little girl, and that's good. I need to ask you something." She glances around, where her show of force was already drawing a small crowd of concerned students.

Her eyes shifted shyly, nervous perhaps? and she started ushering you back into the club-room, her hands pressing against the arch of your back as she shoved you gently, guiding you back. "Privately. Now."

The room felt stale, peaceful but dreary, and a little dusty now that the days activities were over,the perfect place for a conversation, if Minoru wasn't lying to you, or a one-sided fistfight if not. The fact that she ensured the door was shut and locked on your way in didn't much help the situation as she finished shoving you and instead stood, slouched to the side, hands folded and a pouty glare shooting off at some threatened boxes to her side as she takes her opportunity to speak. "I know, I know I'm not popular, and that the kids here hate me, and you probably hate me, but this is serious. I... need a favour."
 
Minoru tilted her head as you speak, a subtle show of her confusion to offset the constant grumpy glare she always seemed to have. "Legendary what? fuck it, whatever." She dismissively shrugged her shoulders at you, ignoring your comments and seeming confused by your vocabulary. She spoke with a bored resignation, seemingly un-phased by your own dispassion, her voice takes on a slight growl to it, and the mention of shaking you down does seem to get a slight raise of the brow, and an angry tone to her stare. "I don't want your damn cash, I've got money, and I'm not gonna waste time on the pussies here, I have my own places to make money." She pokes you in the chest harshly, seems you struck a nerve. "But you're not running away screaming like a little girl, and that's good. I need to ask you something." She glances around, where her show of force was already drawing a small crowd of concerned students.

Her eyes shifted shyly, nervous perhaps? and she started ushering you back into the club-room, her hands pressing against the arch of your back as she shoved you gently, guiding you back. "Privately. Now."

The room felt stale, peaceful but dreary, and a little dusty now that the days activities were over,the perfect place for a conversation, if Minoru wasn't lying to you, or a one-sided fistfight if not. The fact that she ensured the door was shut and locked on your way in didn't much help the situation as she finished shoving you and instead stood, slouched to the side, hands folded and a pouty glare shooting off at some threatened boxes to her side as she takes her opportunity to speak. "I know, I know I'm not popular, and that the kids here hate me, and you probably hate me, but this is serious. I... need a favour."
 
Jyo, even with his confidence that he's in little real danger, cannot help but feel slightly nervous as you isolate yourselves in the club room. With no further club activities for the day, there's no chance of disturbance.

When you state your purpose for approaching him, Jyo cocks an eyebrow. To see a person with your reputation humbling herself before him proves sufficient to surprise even him. He adjusts his glasses before responding. "This is, to my knowledge, the first time we've ever spoken to one another. I have no reason to hate you. And if you need a favor from me, of all people, it's hardly difficult to guess at the nature, and in either case, it seems I may have misjudged you. Is your problem creative, or academic?" Jyo leans back against the table, arms crossed, as he waits to hear the details of your predicament.
 
Minoru glances at you as he spoke, staring for a moment and blinking, bemused. She mumbles about you, trying to do so quietly as to avoid being overheard "like talking to a robot..." and then she looks up, finally, flicking her hair back as she does, gaze piercing and a little cold, but with a clear sense of shame hidden beneath as she shuffles, shifting her weight and stepping in place, her gaze starts to shift to look around the room, and finally you get a response as she clears her throat. "So... Don't tell anyone this, or else, I'm serious... but uh... I'm failing classes." Her fidgeting gets noticeably more frequent, her arms swinging back and forth slightly. "... I need to pass, there's a lot riding on this and the teachers are useless. The other kids keep running off when I try to talk to them so... I need your help studying."

She kicks the ground, scowling at the wall as she avoids eye contact again. "I can make it worth your while, maybe slap around any bullies or something, whatever I gotta do, but I really need a hand with this, so... Yeah. You gotta be my tutor now." It was clearly tough for her to ask your help like this, as she forgets her manners and once again coughs to clear the air. "please."

And with that the air falls silent as she anxiously awaits a reply, still fidgetting a little as she awaits what she expects to possibly be a rejection.
 
Jyo stroked his chin as you explained, and then, smiled. Finally, a truly engaging challenge, and provided by the one student, besides himself, who is wholly unconcerned with pretense or appearances. The setup was so perfect, he might have called it contrived, had he read it in a book. He replies without hesitation. "There's no need to concern yourself with repaying me. I'll help you out, on one condition: We do this my way. I'll help you turn yourself around, but don't expect it to be easy."

Jyo's usual bored monotone has been replaced with a sharp enthusiasm, and he's suddenly smiling at you while he speaks. "First, you will accompany me to my house, and we'll have a little study session, and assess where you need the most improvement. From there, we'll work out a plan of action to address your deficiencies, and perhaps, if you stick with it, you'll manage to see graduation on-time. Any questions?"
 
Minoru falls silent as she hears the explanation, her nervous fidgeting finally halting, and giving way to a sense of curiosity as she stares quizzically at you, the change in tone was... interesting. Odd but interesting. Her eye twitches irritably at the demands you "do this your way", but she relents, after all she does need the help.

She seems to relax a little hearing the acceptance, shoulders dropping, glare softening. She still seems to naturally look a little angry, but she at least seems a lot less angry, and most importantly not angry at you. "Sure, whatever. Are you free now?" She adjusts her bag across her shoulder as she finally gives you a look in the eye that isn't an angry glare,her tone almost passing for friendly.
 
Jyo nods in response, heading for the door. "I've no plans for the afternoon, so we can head to my house immediately. On the way, you can tell me about the subjects that have been giving you the most trouble." He unlocks the door, opens it, and waits for you to begin following along. He finds himself reminded of an American musical he'd watched once, where a well-to-do scholar attempted to teach a working-class woman how to be a proper lady. Jyo dismisses the idea, uninterested in forcing you to conform to standards set by others. Instead, he thinks, he'll be content to simply ensure that you make it to the end of the school year without flunking or getting expelled. Though, he ponders, that alone may be easier said than done.
 
Minoru follows along, flicking her hair back as she regains her composure, posture rising to stand tall and firm glare ready to dissuade anyone that stares at the two as they start walking out of school. She nods. "I'll tell you in a second." She walks with you in silence, until the school dissapears from view, no more students to overhear.

She gives a long summary, the general gist of which seems to be just about everything. Minoru has apparently missed a lot of classes, whether it was her fault or not, some of them even apparently being due to injuries, something that many of the students at their school had thought impossible. The admittance of this does bring about a fit of angry grumbling and nervous fidgeting from Minoru, as she quickly distracts you by changing the subject to why she thinks that the school's classes are dumb anyway. By the time your house is in sight it's clear that there's a lot of work to be done, that Minoru really hates school, and yet is also oddly desperate to pass it. You get a stern look, though not an outright glare this time, as you approach. "By the way I'm gonna get this straight right now" she grunts "I didn't come to you looking for a boyfriend."
 
Producing a small notepad and pen from his messenger bag, Jyo records the basics of your problems, for future reference. He doesn't seem especially shocked to hear of your occasional injury. "I wouldn't be too embarrassed, if I were you. Anyone with the sorts of hobbies you have is bound to take a hit now and then when an opponent gets lucky. That said, part of our work may involve curtailing such activities, to reduce your absences."

Jyo cocks an eyebrow at your implication. "I don't recall making any such overtures, Hisakawa. Do not misunderstand me, my intentions in assisting you are in no way prurient. Truth be told, I tire of the petty games of the student body, and their rampant falsity. Tutoring you, more than anything, shall be interesting. I have no idea what will happen, and for me, unpredictability is a rare commodity. Besides, you're one of the only truly genuine people at our school, I can't help but want you to succeed, if only to spite those that resent your uncompromising nature."

While he denies any interest, Jyo considers, briefly, that it might be rather enjoyable to have a gang leader under his thumb. But he dismisses such thoughts for the time being, preferring to focus on matters at hand. He leads you to his home, a modest, western-style house in the Ota suburbs. It seems his parents both work, and frequently do so until late at night, a rare situation that affords Jyo a great deal of autonomy. Leading you upstairs, he shows you to his bedroom. His room is as orderly as one might expect, with a low table in the center of the room, as well as a desk that is presently covered in unfinished manuscripts, the one disorganized spot in an otherwise tidy room. The bookshelf along the wall is filled with an eclectic assortment of novels, academic texts, and a small collection of manga. Evidence that Jyo is, in fact, a boy in his last months of high school, rather than an android or space alien, exists in the form of the shelf above his desk, upon which stand a small collection of giant robot figures, from a variety of anime.

Jyo turns to you, and gestures toward the low table. "Well, here we are, have a seat, and we'll get started."
 
Minoru raises a brow. "Really? Even if I could stop fighting you think I'm going to be able to just give up on all that in a day?" She folds her arms, following you inside your house and listening to your reasoning. Unfortunately her response is a dismissive "Uh huh... whatever works for you I suppose Jyo. I'd really owe you one if you can help anyway."

She glances around curiously at the neat and orderly room, taking it in. She thinks to herself for a moment, then hears the offer to have a seat, nodding. "Sure." She wanders over and kneels,then slumps to one side, sitting on the floor with her legs sprawled out beside her and one hand on the floor, leaning as she looked to you in anticipation. "So like, what's first are we going to go through a textbook or something?" Her eyes seem drawn more than a few times to the manga and figurines on the shelves, it was surprising to realize that you are infact not a robot, definitely a shock to her.
 
Jyo sits himself opposite you, his little notepad open, and he begins to explain his plan. "While you may require some minor help with studying to catch up, based on what you've told me, the greater culprit for your continued difficulties are your extracurricular activities. No amount of studying is going to help if you keep missing classes and getting into trouble. You act as though you are unable to stop, but, I can assure you, it's remarkably easy to not get into fights. If we had more time, we could work on curtailing the trend gradually, but on such short notice, I'm afraid we must act more quickly. If necessary, I have already devised a few simple exercises we can engage in, to help break you of your habit, or at least reduce the likelihood of you ending up in a brawl. And, don't mistake me, your principled nature is one of your strengths, certainly, but it needs to be channeled properly, or you're just going to self-destruct."
 
Minoru glares, her brow now twitching. It's evident in a moment that she's already annoyed, clearly unhappy with your advice. But she did come to you for advice... She expresses herself by slamming her palms on your table. "What are you talking about? If I was studying enough surely this wouldn't be a goddamn problem! What does busting a few heads have to do with it? And who's going to keep the assholes in this town if I don't? You're talking out your-" She swallows, you're trying to help, she can't be an ass about it....

She takes a deep breath. It can't hurt to at least hear the suggestions right? ".... Agh whatever, what do you have in mind? I'll hear you out." She glances away "I guess I owe you that much. You had the guts to bring me here, after all." She still fidgets a little, and now rests with her legs crossed instead of leaning casually, her back stiff and poised as she tries to keep herself calm.
 
Jyo doesn't react physically at your outburst, save to check that his table isn't damaged. "I already know that you're going to hate what I have planned, but based on my observations, it should help. You see, most fights start with loud posturing and insults. If you were able to control that impulse, and simply stand silently, it's quite possible, even likely, that your enemies would be too intimidated to try anything." He turns, reaching under his bed, and produces a ball gag, something he'd acquired some time ago for personal reasons. "Simply wear this beneath that surgical mask you tough girls are always wearing. I'll replace the strap with something clear, so it won't be spotted, so long as you keep silent." Jyo silently braces himself for your reaction, ready to remind you of the position you're in at a moment's notice.
 
"..." Minoru is silent for a moment, then stands, stomping on the table loudly "What the FUCK Jyo?! Are you seriously trying to get me to wear a fucking ballgag?! ARE you some kind of pervert? Huh? Is that it? You brought me here for this?!" She scowls, she stomps on the table once more, and she yells at the top of her lungs. There's the expected reaction... is that a blush? Weird... She decides it must be her roaring steaming hatred for your suggestion, removes her foot from the table, and picks up her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. "I'm leaving. Perv."

It seems that reminder will be necessary, as she turns to the door to leave. The view of her rear doesn't help to dissuade thoughts of the convenience, the potential fun to be had if you could get such a girl to fall for you. Though such thoughts are a waste of your time, there is something more pressing to deal with for now. It's unlikely anyone else at school is willing to help, if she's not stopped now, she'll certainly be thrown from school, your interesting challenge lost, along with one of the rare straightforward and honest girl in town.
 
"You may recall that I'm your only chance to graduate." Jyo's voice is measured, even, but perfectly audible, even over the noise of you storming off. "When I agreed to this, I told you it would be on my terms. Why I had this gag to begin with is my own business. Now, come here, I think we'll use this evening to let you get used to being silent." He stands, holding out the gag while tapping his foot impatiently. His eyes are narrowed, and he has an expression of obvious condescension on his face. People often look at you with fear, disgust, hatred, or pity, but this is perhaps the first time someone has truly looked down their nose at you.

He knows you won't be able to walk out, not after coming this far. Jyo doesn't mind being branded a pervert, or a freak, so long as he's not bored. And making sure you graduate is the least boring thing on his plate right now.
 
Minoru froze for a moment, pausing to think. She seems ready to yell, she should yell, she should flatten you. Why doesn't she? Her body tenses, fists clench. "Wh-what is with you?" She starts walking forward, sighing in defeat. Walking straight up infront of Jyo, she kneels, facing him, staring into his eyes. Her glare remains stern, the smaller girl's body now whtihin Jyo's grasp. "Alright. You want to be a pervert and do your weird shit whatever, listen, I-I'll give it a shot." She sighs, looking away coyly, she can't believe what she's agreeing to, this is insane, but she has to, right? "If it works, if you think it'll work, I guess I'll give it a shot. BUT" She aggressively jabs your chest with her finger "If this doesn't work, or if you tell anyone, I'm going to put you in the hospital. So if this isn't honest, and it's not gonna help, now's your chance to back off."

She doesn't wait for an answer, instead she simply turns around, shuffling with her legs to do so, and kneels with her back to you. "So go ahead. That thing better be clean."
 
Jyo smirks "Don't worry, the one it was intended for balked at the last minute." He thinks back to how the former president of the literature club had gotten into erotic fiction, and asked Jyo to help her with "research", only to chicken out after he'd procured the necessary equipment. At least some of it was coming in handy. "By the way, I don't recall telling you to kneel. I could reach your mouth just fine with you standing." He chuckles teasingly, and brings the gag up to your mouth. He presses the solid rubber ball firmly into your mouth, and hooks the leather strap together around the back of your neck. "As I said, I'll replace the strap by the time we're to put this into practice, but for now, I think we can work on compensating for your missed classes."

He produces some textbooks, and begins tutoring you, covering material both faster and more effectively than the actual teachers. However, as he does, he sneaks in little verbal jabs, intended to provoke you into trying to say something, which, outside, would give away the ball gag's presence in a second.
 
"The last girl you blackmailed chickened out huh?" She gives a smug smirk before his next comment "Wells hit it's not like I often trygghg mmph!" She's thankfukly cut short in yet more shouting as it's muffled by the ballgag, her soft cheek brushes against your hand, and her hands grasp at yours out of reflex, bringing a breif moment of warmth. She shakes her head, muffled sighs and complaints sound off, but she stays true to her word and allows the gag to come on. "phhhgmhhmm..." She gives what was likely a jab at you again as you settle down for the lesson, and her lack of self control becomes evident when every single insult results in a loud string of muffled gag-talk. Finally it irritates her too much, and she reaches up to take the ballgag off, readying for a long list of insults to fling at you.


So far so poor, she'll be discovered very quickly.
 
Jyo rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration as you fling your insults. "It seems some sort of incentive system may need to be established. A shock collar would be a little obvious, not to mention on-the-nose. It's a good thing I ordered that Maker's kit a while back, so I won't need to cannibalize any appliances to rig up what I devise. Now, when you're finished, please sit down and shut up, for your own sake if nobody else's." His tone had gone from casually bemused to stern and impatient over the course of the evening, as he began to realize the true depths of your unruliness. But, Jyo's never met a challenge he couldn't overcome. He'll bring you to heel one way or another. And, perhaps, it may be time to consider more prurient measures, after all....
 
Minoru wipes her bottom lip with her sleeve as she removes the gag, saliva already starting to coat it. She glares at you again "S- Shock collar? are you CRAZY?!" She tosses the ballgag at the wall and the yelling raises in volume, sounding through the house. "What is this a study session or goddamn torture?! Is THAT the way you teach people?! No wonder nobody wore that thing!" She huffs, letting out all the anxiety that's starting to build up. Why did you make her so nervous? What is it about this scenario that makes her heart race so fast?

"I'm not wearing a shock collar, you're gonna have to find something else dammit. Stop being so... WEIRD" She takes a deep breath, huffing as she tries to calm down.
 
Jyo clucks his tongue. "You're clearly not listening, a shock collar, specifically, would be a terrible idea. Even if I could make one that could be concealed, and, frankly, the voltage needed is entirely too great to be located on short notice, but even if I could, the sound of it activating would be so loud as to defeat the purpose. I'll clearly need to find something quieter, more subtle." He pauses, thinking hard, then shrugs. "I have the feeling that it's not going to help the image I'm building right now, but, if that's the price I pay for success, so be it. You may go for now. Meet me outside the school building tomorrow morning, I should have the prototype ready by then. We can test it during lunch, and hopefully have you actively using it by the afternoon."
 
"Wai- What? that's it?" Minoru seems caught off guard, relaxing again and finally dropping her furious glare "You do all that and then it's just 'Okay go home." She stares for a while, blinking, trying to understand. "... What the hell is with you? I thought you were just robotic but... you're kinda... odd." She seems surprisingly soft in tone, asking a genuine question, and for once without any angry tones.

There's a long pause, and then a resigned sigh, looking your way. "What the hell Jyo."
 
Jyo shrugs, and responds matter-of-factly. "I told you, my goal is to help you. There's no further progress that can be made tonight. You've caught up on a fair bit of the material you're behind on, but if one tries to study too much at a time, it's going to make it harder to retain any of it. As for your behavioral adjustment, it will take several hours to finish the device I have in mind, and I don't imagine my parents, hands-off as they are, would appreciate me having a guest until well past midnight. So, go home, get a good night's sleep. We'll pick this back up in the morning."
 
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